ALL POEMS OF MATTEW PUTTROFF

Poetry Series
Matthew Puttroff
- poems -
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Matthew Puttroff (February 21,1983)
If there was anything in the world I would be willing to do for free, it would
be to write.
3
Hello bed
In this silence
In this dim light
I don't have much to say
I think and I think
Still just an inkless page
Why do I expect
Why won't I accept
That I just don't have much to say
Farewell for now
Spare me the who and how
It's time for bed
I've said and said
Nevermind, hello bed
Matthew Puttroff
4
my my my
My love for is not a secret
It is loud and often
My love for you is youthful
It knows no time
My love for you is vast
It is all surrounding
My love falls over and spills at your feet
It will be there in the morning
Beyond all these trees and things
That seem to exist for only a moment or two
My love will always be in the light for you
You make me electric
You leave me with a smile like a child
My love thanks you
My mind is blessed with each kiss and outstretched arm
You are every whisper
All the wishes and blissful eternities one could only hope
To have the imagination to comprehend
To you now to you then and whenever we meet again
My love oh my sweet
You'll always know how to make my blood boil
Matthew Puttroff
5
No name days
Damp mornings
Crowded streets
Too much coffee
Red green red
Did you hear what he did?
How was your day?
Tragedy
Come home
Please
Thank you
Need
Not enough
Take me out
When
These are our days and ways
Don't spend them alone
Matthew Puttroff
6
Quiet in the Fire
Quiet in the Fire
Tender are the grey skies among these walls
As they blush before me, waiting for her sweet return
I pray for rain, I pray that we may share a cup of coffee
I watch her sleep most nights, and listen to her dreams
My love for her grows and grows, yet it's buried deep
I watch my tongue glaze over with ice as I look into her eyes
I am quiet in the fire, I am full of desire, I am quiet in the fire.
Matthew Puttroff
7
short and sweet...i hope
it's so real
so distinct
effortless
the way you look at me
your porcelain palms
and lockes of blonde
send me away
somewhere calm
i love you
oh how i love you
Matthew Puttroff
8
Translation not required
He took the time he found and buried it
In the ground
In no proper place did he place
What he could not embrace
He was forgettgul see
As forgettful as me
Wasting away washing up with old memories
Blank stares come tumbling toward the world
What was left what would come next
How much breath was left in his chest
Would he ever discover
What he hid in mid November
Would he ever rest
Will it always dig at him
I wish he would have given that time to me
Maybe just maybe
I would have set it free
Matthew Puttroff